There are dwarves in the world
The recipe for a successful weekend with friends is simple.
Thanks to jars of vegetable salad, gorgonzola and pear sandwiches, banana-apple cake, a bottle of Jegermajst and a deck of cards, we spent the almost five-hour train journey in a champagne mood, despite unsuccessful attempts to spoil it by the conductor, who questioned the right to a thirty-seven percent discount on the ticket price for one of our team members and ordered a thirty percent discount.
As soon as we dropped off our backpacks at our three-bedroom apartment a kilometre from the station, we briskly strolled to the market square to enjoy the May sun, light whole wheat bread and lard bread in the Pod Fredrą beer garden.
Friday evening we spent at Pod Papugami, in the very center of the Wrocław market square. The pub looked great, but I was the only one who managed to order something worth recommending - a salad with liver.
After a leisurely Saturday breakfast of scrambled eggs with ham, tomatoes, fresh bread and coffee from Żabka, we got on the scooters.
First the ZOO, which Warsaw envies the oceanarium. Then the uninteresting centennial hall from the UNESCO heritage list, where nothing happens, a colorful fountain show with music, not necessarily arousing emotions, viewing a ninety-meter spire that shouldn't stand but does, a romantic walk through a giant pergola covered in ivy and a visit to the Japanese gardens, which for me were and will be the biggest attraction of Wrocław.
After a lunch of hamburgers from the food truck, we visited the Racławice rotunda. I like to come back here to enjoy the vivid images of Our Russians beating.
In the evening we visited the festival of pierogi from all over the world and the district of four temples. Dinner at Wrocław Świebodzki, an old, disused train station, transformed into a cluster of pubs and bars. At Randori we ate excellent ramen with bacon, and spent the rest of the evening at the Czech Film with a beer.
We started our last day in Wrocław by visiting the national museum, which I do not recommend because it is clichéd and boring, unlike Ostrów Tumski, which is invariably delightful and gives the impression that time has stood still here. For years, lovers strolling here attached padlocks to the iron Tumski bridge with a declaration of their feelings, not realizing how quickly the symbol of their love would be covered with rust from the river dampness and rain.
At noon we took the women's part of our tour to the Penitents' Bridge, connecting the towers of the Church of Mary Magdalene at a height of forty-five meters above the market square. The ladies could experience first-hand what happens when a woman is careless, vain, and lazy.
We had lunch in the district of four faiths, at the Italian restaurant VaffaNapoli after waiting for a table for half an hour. We all ate the same dish - spaghetti frutti di mare with bottarga and a carafe of white wine. Everyone liked it, but I was the only one who was delighted.
After lunch we visited the Jewish synagogue, the disused Jewish baths, the beautiful lecture hall of the University of Wrocław and
We climbed the mathematical tower at the top of the university, from which there is a beautiful view of the Oder.
We spent the afternoon at the Greek tavern Greco on the market square, drinking beer and eating fried smelts while waiting for our evening flight back to the capital.
The city of ubiquitous dwarfs comes third in my ranking of the most beautiful Polish cities, ahead of fourth Lublin, second Krakow and first Gdańsk.
